LONG LANCE near our camp, and he wanted to know if the medicine-man could tell him anything about it, offering him money if he could. Our medicine-man White Dog held a medicine lodge, and when it was over he told the trader to walk nine hundred paces west, when he would come to a grove. He told him to turn into this grove and walk three hundred paces to the right, when he would come upon an "old man'. Be- tween the legs of this old man he would find the liquor. The trader did as he was told, and at that point he came upon a tree whose two huge bottom roots resembled the legs of a man. He searched between these roots and found his keg of liquor securely hidden there beneath the ground. The way the medicine-man referred to the tree as the Łold man' illustrates the queer phraseology which I mentioned a few paragraphs back.